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Tell Steinar, the woman-thief, that he would do well to slay himself, or to be sure that he is killed in battle, since if we take him living he shall be cast into a pit of vipers or sacrificed to Odin, the god of honour. Begone!" "We go," answered the spokesman of the messengers; "yet before we go, Thorvald, we would say to you that you and your folk are mad.
Then Thorvald Asgeirson called on Skeggi the Short-handed to put forth his case, and he summoned Thorbiorn Angle with a first summons for the witch-craft and sorcery, whereby Grettir must have got his bane, and then with another summons withal, for that they had borne weapons against a half-dead man, and hereon he claimed an award of outlawry.
That made three such marks, three days since Thorvald had marooned him. And he was no nearer the shore now than he had been on that first morning! He sat where he was by the boulder, aware that he should be up, trying to climb to the less accessible nests of the sea birds. The prisoners, man and wolverines, had cleaned out all those they had discovered on beach and cliffs.
Thorvald Asgeirsson dwelt in Ass in Vatnsdal and was a great chief. He was the father of Dalla who married Isleif, afterwards bishop in Skalaholt. Asmund had great support from Thorvald in legal suits and in other matters. There grew up in Asmund's household a youth named Thorgils Maksson, a near kinsman of his.
"There's a removing cart!" said Lasse Frederik, and as he spoke the vehicle pulled up in the gutter just in front of them. "What are you doing, Thorvald?" said one of the men; then, staring straight into Ellen's face, "Have you hurt your eye?" The woman had jumped down from the cart. "Oh, get out of the way, you ass!" she said, pushing him aside. "Can't you see they've been turned out?
"I think all this" a wave of his hand encompassed the green wall, what lay beyond it, and in it "is a test of some kind. This dream business.... A little while ago I got to thinking that I wasn't here at all, that I might be dreaming it all. Then I met you." Thorvald understood. "Yes, but this could be a dream meeting. How can we tell?"
And now this day when they had safely reached the island. "Why this island?" he asked suddenly. "That carved piece was found here on the edge of this valley," Thorvald returned matter-of-factly. "But today we found nothing at all " "Yet this island supplies us with a starting point." A starting point for what? A detailed search of all the islands, great and small, in the chain?
He gazed past Shann up the plateau slope as if he expected to see the personnel of the camp sprout out of the cloak of grass along the verge. "Just me and the wolverines," Shann answered in a colorless voice. He cradled the blaster on his hip, turned a little away from the officer. "You ... and the wolverines?" Thorvald was plainly startled. "But ... where? How?"
Then when Leif saw his brother's desire he said to him, "If it be thy will, brother, thou mayest go to Vineland in my ship." At that Thorvald rejoiced greatly, and gathering thirty men he set sail, crossed the sea without adventure, and came to the place where Leif had built his house. There he and his company remained during the winter. Then in the spring they set forth to explore the coast.
After that Gudrun was betrothed to Thorvald, and Osvif settled alone the marriage contract, whereby it was provided that Gudrun should alone manage their money affairs straightway when they came into one bed, and be entitled to one-half thereof as her own, whether their married life were long or short. He should also buy her jewels, so that no woman of equal wealth should have better to show.
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